AbuseficWIL
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Damian should believe in his family. He should believe that they'll come to rescue him. The only problem is that he's not too sure what he can believe in anymore.
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- Part 19 of noncontober 2020
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You're holding the knife, I wish you would cut to the chase by meaninglessblah for Zero_Ducks
Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics)
25 Dec 2023
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Dick’s voice is barely above a whisper when he says, hurried like he's trying to get the words out quickly, “I just didn't think you'd want to share your subs with the whole—”
Slade's hand flashes out, fisting Dick's hair and wrenching him around. Dick yells, one hand jumping up to claw at Slade's wrist as he's dragged to front and centre. Pulled up to the tips of his toes, all that lean muscle on display when his shirt rides up over his midriff.
“I don't think you're getting the picture here, little bird."
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- Part 1 of Dull Knives (Twist in my spine)
- Part 3 of Event Fics 2023
- Part 106 of Gift Fics
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To the Hero Association, the villain "Bad Baldy" is a nuisance.
To Genos, he's a monster. And the only thing more terrifying than dying is knowing that his death would be meaningless.
To Saitama, everything is so goddamn boring. A cyborg hero offering to do "anything" in exchange for his best behavior is the most interesting thing that's ever happened. Of course he'd agree.+
"You'll give me this?" the man asked, holding Genos' core in the palm of his hand.
Genos felt sick, but didn't let it show. "If you stop. Stop destroying things. Stop hurting people. If you promise you'll stop, you can have it."
"Interesting. Okay. I promise."
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“Thing about incubi, that,” the demon says nonchalantly. “To feed, they need to make you feel good.” His red eyes land on Jasper, dark and smoldering. “I, on the other hand—well, I am not bound by such old-fashioned conventions.”
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Here, equally sweaty, exhausted bodies labored over the rope, though in a much different fashion.
It was almost pure coincidence that Carrigo had discovered how the chemicals and tannins in elven boypussy reacted with the natural fibers, binding them even tighter and making the product smooth and firm.
Carrigo’s paid labor force was around a dozen human men, but his unpaid labor was more specialized.
Huge reams of rope hung along one wall, single threads stretching across the space to matching spools on the other side. Six elfboys tottered along their lengths, gasping and shuddering as the fat length of rope dragged between the flushed lips of their cunts.